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Red White and Black by Robert A Hernandez

What happens when we are pushed too far? What happens when the endless taunting of people leads you to do something catastrophic. What is a person capable of doing for a little attention? What will be the results? In Red, White, and Black 2, all these questions are answered. Can't you see them? Can't you hear them? Look, there they are! Starring at me. Starring at me with eyes full of nothing but hatred. Hatred and death. I guess it was all my fault. They made me do it. I didn't want to do it but they made me. They shouldn't have made fun of me. They shouldn't have ignored me day, after day, after day. Why am I talking to myself? What's wrong with me? Look, there they are again. It doesn't bother me as much any more. I used to be scared at first but not any more. I'm used to them now. It all started a long time ago. I used to be a very happy person. Used to be. Not any more. Not after I finally realized what was going on behind my back. Every time I left the room, "It's about damm time he left!" That's what they all said. I never heard them but I just knew. I knew they hated me. But why? Why did they always ignore me? How hard is it to just say "Hi!" once in a while? Huh? How hard is it!?! I always managed a smile at everyone. Even though deep inside I hated them soo... much. I guess it all got to be too much. One day, I just couldn't take it any more. I still remember it all perfectly. I walked in to the school as usual, I went to my locker, and that's where it happened. T.J., the biggest bully in school, came up to me. I got scared. Who wouldn't have been. I just saw him tower up above my head and I felt so helpless. Do you ever get that feeling, you know the feeling of being the weakest person in the world. Don't you just hate that feeling? Well, anyways, he came up to me and just shoved me on the ground. For no reason, he just came and shoved me down. Why? Why, would he do this? What did I do to him? Nothing, that's what! But that would change. At that moment I knew that I would change. I pictured myself on top of it all. Everyone going through great extremes just to be my friend. I smiled to myself, I would love that. But the reality is that no one even knows my name. That will change. Believe me when I say "That Will Change!" The next day I walked into the school with a new sense of pride. I walked around smiling and being more friendly than usual. No one cared. No one noticed. It didn't bother me. I knew that by the end of the day, everyone will know who I am. I just waited for that one special moment. You know, that moment when you feel so bored and you would do anything just to get rid of it. It all happened so fast. All I remember is loosing it. I said "Hi" to someone I thought I knew but they didn't say it back. How rude I thought. I will show him. I said it again, louder this time. Except this time I held up the gun. You should've seen his look. He stared at me with wide eyes, looking at the gun. At that moment I knew that I had his undivided attention. He just starred at me. Only stared. He didn't reply to my nice gesture. Suddenly I just pulled the trigger. "Boom" He fell to the floor. Blood slowly coming out of his chest. He managed to slowly look up at me. Then his eyes closed. He was dead. "Oh well", I said, I was trying to be nice. Then a big group of people crowded around. Teachers, students, everyone. I heard someone was going to call the police. I panicked. All of a sudden my plan got way out of hand. I didn't know what to do. Without thinking I just held up the gun again and started firing everywhere. "Boom, boom, boom" More people fall to the floor. Blood splatters everywhere. Blood on the floor, the walls, the ceiling. Slowly oozing out of the dead peoples bodies. I slowly kneel down and stare at one of the dead people. I look into his eyes. His dead cold eyes. I asked, "Why did you hate me?" "What did I ever do to you?" "This is all your fault!" I was happy. They finally felt my pain. That afternoon I was arrested. Obviously! Luckily I didn't go to jail. I somehow got off on a mental problem. Can you believe that! Me have a mental problem?! Well, any ways, now I just spend the time in my little room. Talking to myself. And the faces. I can still see their dead faces. Stained with blood, blood and pain. I can still see their eyes. They only stare at me. Only stare. At least I'm not alone anymore. Now I'm never lonely. They are always here with me. Can't you see them? Can't you hear them? Look, there they are! Starring at me. Starring at me with eyes full of nothing but hatred. Hatred and death.

© 2003 By Robert A Hernandez

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